A uterus punched me and a clock bit my ball
Is it any wonder Umberto Eco is ten feet tall?
There's a snake int he woods which will scare you to death
He's 7000 feet long and he shoots crystal meth
Your ass had gangrene and your tits have lice
Piss on my buttcheeks and I'll treat you nice
I bought a ska album make by a Milkdud
He woke up at midnight and strangled your pud
You can't forgive the industrious bastard who stole your cherry
He spoke like Richard Nixon and he sure was a fairy
You wrestled some goon at the tri-county fair
And put honey dijon mustard into your hair
I'll tell you truly, your waistline is desirable
I've had some trouble with the law and now I'm unhirable
King Arthur's court
I cannot praise this album enough. This album is absolutely terrifying! The many starts and stops creates this very h settling tension. Each start expands on the stopper idea previously. It’s like the music equivalent of walking through thick fog while passing out multiple times throughout trying to find a place to orientate yourself. There may or may not be something sinister in that fog, but you don’t want to stick around to find out. Bought the vinyl so I summon the fog demons through spe showhornwithteeth